Kako neka muzika ostavi traga to je strashno. 1997. sam poneo na more tada tek izashli Prodigy album "The Fat Of The Land". Sad kad god chujem neku stvar (pogotovo Climbatize) samo krenu slike da mi naviru.
Isto tako kad sam pre 7 godina vozio sestru na aerodrom, odlazila da zhivi u Shvajcarskoj, gde je i sada, slushali smo radio, ABBA - Dancing Queen, i dan danas kad je chujem pukne me...
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See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the musics high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
Youre in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Youre a teaser, you turn em on
Leave them burning and then youre gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
Youre in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen